وشادِنٍ باكَرَ الكُتّابَ مُحتَضِناً

وشادِنٍ باكَرَ الكُتّابَ مُحتَضِناً

لِلَوْحِهِ خاطِراً في صُورَةِ القَمَرِ

لِلَوْحِهِ خاطِراً في صُورَةِ القَمَرِ

And a fawn-like youth went early to the Quranic school, clasping

In the early dawn the writers embraced

his tablet, strutting in the likeness of the moon.

The tablet, like the image of the moon

سألتُهُ يا حَبيبي ما بِلَوْحِكَ قُلْ

سألتُهُ يا حَبيبي ما بِلَوْحِكَ قُلْ

فَقال لي إنَّني في سُورَةِ القَمَرِ

فَقال لي إنَّني في سُورَةِ القَمَرِ

I asked him, “My beloved, what is on your tablet? Tell me.”

I asked him, my beloved, what is on your tablet? Tell me

So he said to me, “Indeed, I am in the surah of the Moon.”

He said to me: I am in the chapter of the moon